Sleeping Dead

More than an hour later, Amelia came out of her room looking refreshed and changed. She wasn't expecting to see her husband around after the way she humiliated him a while ago. But there he was, seated in the same spot like a persistent and stubborn donkey on a mission.

He was looking completely drained of life as he sat there, staring blankly at the wall opposite, leaning his head on his fist. His posture was as though he was carrying the entire weight of the world on his shoulder.

If Amelia didn't know better, she would say something else was eating her husband up. Surely he wasn't acting this way because of the things she said to him.

"Why should I care?" Amelia mused under her breath, stifling every bud of sympathy sprouting in her heart. She hardened her face and walked past him, as though he were a statue, disappearing into her father's room.